I’m still on the road, but travel conditions have improved significantly. Not only is Mrs. T with me again, but we’re in Cleveland, a town to which we’re both partial, where we’ll be seeing two shows performed at the Great Lakes Theater Festival and paying a visit to the new and improved Cleveland Museum of Art. Nor are we in our usual tearing hurry to head for elsewhere: we flew into town on Sunday and don’t have to leave until Thursday, which happens to be our third wedding anniversary.
Best of all, we’ve returned to the Penfield House, one of the half-dozen houses designed by Frank Lloyd Wright that are available for short-term rental. I wrote about the house at length when Mrs. T and I last stayed here a couple of years ago, so I won’t repeat myself–suffice it to say that I can’t imagine a more satisfying place to live.
I’m also pleased to report that you can’t connect to the Web at the Penfield House. You have to drive to the parking lot of a Wendy’s that is located a mile from the gate. Normally I’d find this oppressive, but under the circumstances I regard it as downright liberating. We’ve brought along plenty of books and compact discs, and we mean to turn loose the burdens of dailiness and enjoy being where we are while we’re here.
To this end, I guarantee that you will hear nothing whatsoever from me between now and next Monday save for the usual routine almanac entries and theater-related postings (I do have to write my Friday drama column, after all!). My colleagues will do the heavy lifting until I return.